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Upon closer examination, the goblin appears to have been running a pack full of explosives across the wastes for delivery. The harpy feathers half-buried in the snow nearby suggest how he met his ill fate. It appears that the goblin was bringing the explosives towards the Wrath Gate from somewhere to the east.
It seems most prudent to follow the ridge back to the east and inform the sender of their runner’s fate.
Follow the ridge to the east and deliver the pack of explosives to Xink at Nozzlerust Post in northern Dragonblight.
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Quest Giver: Nozzlerust Supply Runner (dead goblin) — Northern Dragonblight [48.4, 24.2]
Objective: Follow the ridge east and deliver the Pack of Nozzlerust Explosives to Xink at Nozzlerust Post in northern Dragonblight.
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Explore Dragonblight’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Dragonblight Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War JournalFound the goblin partly buried in snow, his pack spilling crude explosives. Harpy feathers scattered nearby told the story clearly enough. It was simply another courier who’d bet his life against the Coldwind Heights and lost.
The pack was still intact. Volatile, but intact.
The explosives had been heading toward the Wrath Gate from somewhere east. Supplies for the siege, most likely. It seemed wrong to leave them here for the harpies to pick through, so I shouldered the pack and followed the ridge back toward the sender.
Nozzlerust Post announced itself before I saw it: the clang of metal, the acrid bite of goblin engineering, smoke rising in thin columns against the sky. Goblins moved between ramshackle structures with the urgency of their kind.
Xink barely looked up when I approached with the pack. “Hello there! Hah! We lost another one, eh?” He shrugged, already reaching for the explosives. “Those harpies are becoming a real nuisance. No matter! There’s work to be done. Lend a hand around here, will ya?”
Xink had the pack open and the explosives sorted before the dead courier’s name came up. It never did.
There was something almost admirable about goblin pragmatism, in a bleak sort of way.
Xink does not mourn the courier he lost so much as the deliveries that stopped arriving with him, and what he wants is a replacement runner, which means Stocking Up.
